Disclaimer: As always, I only own the OCs. But, if anyone could tell me how to own Matt Hardy...that would be good. ;)
A/N: So, I'm proud of myself again. It's another pretty long chapter, and I've updated twice in two days, yay me! So, a little drama rama in this one. After day 3 at the Hardy's house (which will start in the post after this one) drama really starts. Enjoy. :)

-Charity's POV-

I must be out of my fucking mind. Oh, yes, I have to be. Why did I say I wanted a tattoo? My parents are going to kill me with their bare hands…but, I'm eighteen. I'm an adult, technically. Right? Maybe this isn't so bad...then again, Shannon Moore is going to put ink on my body…

Now that could be a disaster. After breakfast, we head to GasChamberInk so Shannon could outline my tattoo and hopefully fill it in before I leave later this week. He could get Shane to do it, but he insists that he will.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Matt asks me, his eyes full of caution. "I mean, if it's gonna get you down in hell with you parents, don't do it. Shannon can be a bit…"

"He lives in the moment?" I ask innocently. "Just like a certain superstar I know that is supposed to, too?" I giggle as Matt pouts, his arms crossed like a child. Behind me, Beth and Jeff are arguing about some tattoo that a friend had gotten, completely in another world. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I don't think my parents will mind because I don't plan on telling them. They won't know."

Matt looks doubtful as Shannon returns, some papers in his hand. I dig into my wallet, seeing him ring up my design I picked out, but he stops me. "It's on the house."

This time, I look doubtful. "No, no. Let me pay." Before I can shove the money in his pretty little face he pulls me into a tattoo chair and explains everything to me, thankfully speaking like a human for once. I glance once more at my design. It's a skull and heart wrapped around in vines, connected together. I really like it. Its funny how close to the one in my imagination he had.

As he does it, I'm trying not to squirm as I'm quickly learning my pain tolerance level is nearly zero. It fucking hurts! About a half hour after I sit, he stops the machine and the needle and smiles at me. "All done."

"Seriously?" I peak at my shoulder, seeing the black outline of the tattoo on my freckled shoulder and squeal. "I love it!" Before I can stop my natural reaction I jump and hug him, laughing like a kid. Matt, and Beth smile, as Jeff smirks at me, a hint of happiness in his eyes too. "When can I get it filled in?"

"You should let it heal a few days first. How about the day before your last day here?" he looks around. "I should be around then." I agree and we head out to go back to Matt's house. In all the excitement, I had totally forgotten that I'd be meeting two more superstars…at least that night. Remember when I said that I could get used to this? Oh yeah, I meant it. I feel like I'm a celebrity myself almost.

Every time someone spots a Hardy, or Shannon, they look at me as if I'm someone too, though, when I tell them I'm nobody, they ignore me and squeal over the Carolina Boys. It's okay though, this is officially the time of my life.

-Matt's POV-

Charity looks like she's in heaven. She probably is. If I was female, I'd think having someone like John hanging all over me would possibly be the same feeling. Of course, John's a little tipsy…but that doesn't matter. Charity needs to break free a little. You can just tell her life's revolved around her brother for a while, and not herself.

She seems so very protective of herself; careful of whom she's letting in. Beth told me they've talked a bit a few times, but she didn't say too much, very vague. Alvin sits next to me, a beer in hand. Remembering that I too had one, I take a swig and sigh. "You're just gonna let him do that?" he asks me, shrugging to John 'the Tuesday Night Delight' Morrison…Hennigan.

"Yeah, why not? She knows he's a little crazy at the moment. The girl needs a good time." I shrug, looking around the house at Mike Mizanin and Maryse, who are eating each other faces, both of which came with John and Alvin.

"It doesn't bother you?" Alvin presses on, eyeing me. "That he's touching her waist like that?" I study John, who is dancing with her to an upbeat Cascada song; hand around her waist, swinging her around.

"If it gets out of hand, I'll put a stop to it. She's just having a good time—"

"That's not what I meant, dumbass."

I look at my former tag team partner and narrow my eyes. "Well, what do you mean?" I question him, getting a little suspicious now.

Alvin chuckles. "Slow your roll, big boy. It's pretty obvious that you like her, I can just tell the way you look at her. Why don't you ask her out?" What? I ask my self, shaking my head and looking back at Charity in her low-rise jeans and tank top.

"No way! I don't like her," I defend, shaking his idea out of my mind. "Besides, even if I did, she's only eighteen. Barely an adult and much too young for me," I say poorly. Okay, so I think she's beautiful, and when she lets loose or doesn't hide behind the wall she has up, she's pretty funny and cute. But she's a baby. An eighteen year old to a thirty three year old? Oh no.

"Whatever you say, man." He pats my back before getting up and heading over to the seat on the couch where Shannon is pouting. I think he's a little jealous of John. Jeff told me earlier that he thought she was hot. What guy didn't want to dance like that with a hot girl? Mhm.

Charity breaks free of John and heads my direction. Why does she have to walk that way? It sends my mind instantly to the gutter! She smiles sweetly at me, eyeing my beer which luckily, she had no want of. "Hey. Thanks for having this…its fun. I never thought that'd I'd dance like that with John. Let alone meet him." She laughs. "My best friend is a huge fan of his, she's gonna be so jealous when she sees the photos."

"Oh? That's cool. So you've basically grown up on wrestling, right? Who else do you like?" I try to keep it simple as any awkwardness would not be good.

"Umm…well, you guys of course. John Morrison, CM Punk, Mickie James, Edge, HBK, Maria…" she rambles off, looking at John who had stolen Maryse from Mike, who didn't seem too pleased with him. She turns closer to me, her wavy dark hair flowing down her back and smiles. I resist the urge to touch her hair; it seems so soft and smooth.

"Oh, cool. Pretty good names. So, what else are you interested in? Any plans on college and jobs?" I want to learn more about her. I know I told Shannon to leave her alone earlier, but now – I'm curious. Charity seems so soft spoken and unsure, it makes you want to know her…it's that mysterious thing, I think.

You don't know too much about the person, so you're instantly affected. "Uh…I'm pretty big on drawing, though I suck in my opinion. Music and movies, pretty normal stuff. I'm pretty dull." Not at all, I can't help but think. "As for college and jobs, I'm not sure. I just graduated and I'm taking a year off before I start any of that. I haven't put too much thought into it, honestly."

I whistle a little. "Well, you're young; you still have time to think about that."

She laughs, it's warm and fuzzy feeling, something that tickles your spine and instantly wants to make you smile. Charity's laugh was something I'd really yet to experience. "You sound like my father, Matt. And trust me, you're a lot younger and better looking than him," she says, poking my side.

"Well, I may be younger, but for someone to have such a beautiful daughter like you, they must have good genes," I tell her, sort of embarrassed. Since when was it so hard to talk to a girl?

"Aww, you're so cute!" she pretends to squeal, and jumps. "Thank you though."

"It's the truth," I confirm with a smile. "You are beautiful inside and out." I give her a warm smile of my own, even though I'm a little embarrassed by my statement. I don't know her honestly enough to say that, but it'll make her feel better, I bet. We don't need a repeat of the thing with Jeff and his big mouth.

"Thank you," she says with a blush. "C'mon, let's dance. I feel left out." Somehow, when we were busy talking, Jeff and Beth started to dance, and of course, John and Maryse were still doing so, Mike following them around with a scowl. So protective of his girl, heh. Shannon was eyeing me, a slightly angry expression on his face when we started to dance. What?

-Charity's POV-

Pro-wrestlers sure know how to tucker a girl out. I've just escaped from being tossed around from John Morrison, Matt, and Shannon, and even a little bit of Miz. Actually, I spent most of the time with John…who is quite the dancer. If it weren't for the fact that I was having much fun, I would have been star struck.

How many girls can sat they've danced with the 'Guru of Greatness?' Yeah, that's what I thought, not many.

I'm quickly learning that Shannon loves to annoy people. I guess Beth was right about that. He's sort of annoying, but in a cute kid like way. You must get used to it sooner or later, or all the people in the house would be insane, right? He's sort of the person you'd see on a movie that's goofy, always making everyone laugh, the class clown sort of. When we danced it was fun, but I felt something different from everyone else…I was odder.

Matt's gushing out the compliments left and right, and I know he's just trying to make me feel better about what Jeff said. In all honestly, I'm over that. Way over that. He should be happy that I'm not hanging on his every word…girls like that can be annoying. Though, even Jeff and I talked for a bit, about his motorcross ramps and shit. He said he'd take me out to it tomorrow, and maybe some me a little bit of how to ride.

Kinda cool, right? I knew my friend Jason likes motorcross, and I've watched some of his stuff, seems like a cool hobby.

Now, I'm just sitting here staring at my notebook, waiting to write something down in the journal. I've just gotten out of the shower, which felt good against the tattoo.

Hey again. So…I'm really here. I'm in Matthew Moore Hardy's household. It's been pretty interesting to say the least. The house itself is huge, I feel like I've been swallowed up sometimes into some parallel universe. It's a good thing that Matt and Jeff are keeping the fun up; it's been taking my mind off of Penn.

But, I think that's the best thing. If I worried about him while I was here, he'd be mad. Penn mad is not something I aim for. But, anyway, Jeff's said a few things that have spiked interest in me, even though last night I wanted to clock him one in the jar. The rainbow haired high-flyer told me he'd show me motorcross tomorrow, which is pretty cool.

Of everyone, he's the one I know the least. I find it funny that he complained that I wasn't being open while he's the same way. Whatever though, whatever floats your boat. Beth is amazing, it's nice to have a girl in the house, so I'm not surrounded by one tracked minds men. Sort of.

Oh, let's see what else? John Morrison and I dated like we were together. Too bad he was tipsy or I'd believe every second of what he was doing. Still hot through, and still gonna make Rina want me dead, haha! Shannon Moore thinks I'm hot, is a pain in the ass, and made me mad earlier…long story. But, he seems like that little kid you can't help but smile over. We'll just have to see.

Matt's everything I'd expect him to be. He's gracious, but funny, and keeps feeding me compliments. It's sort of weird, actually. But, whatever to that, too. He's allowing me in his home, and into his life. AND Oh my Goodness! His dog, Lucas? ADORABLE. He is just a cute little fur ball.

So far, I've disobeyed parents rules (I got a tattoo, yikes, it HURT LIKE FUCKING HELL), neglected to keep my guard up, and managed to cry in just two days. Can anyone else see this week totally out of the ordinary? Yeah, I'd assume so with the Hardyz. Hell though, this is something I'm surely liking a whole lot right now.

If you haven't noticed yet, I sort of have a John Morrison fetish...he's pretty yummy too, haha. Well, I should be updating on Tuesday, yay! So, enjoy for now, and send a review my way ;) THanks for reading and reviewing, too. :)